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Kate and Des lost themselves in each other. They may have spent their entire lives together, but not like this. Everything was new. And beautiful.

Kate never felt the softness of his lips and the roughness of his unshaven face quite like this. And she never felt him in every part of her the way she did when he kissed her.

Des couldn’t get enough of her deliciously sweet tongue, her fingers in his hair, the curves of her body against his. He hated to take his mouth from hers, but he had to see her eyes. He had to read her the way only he could. He opened his eyes and waited for hers. When she stared back at him, he saw the hint of a smile in her gaze.

When Kate saw the look on his sweet face, her insides melted. She took her fingers from his hair and touched his face, slowly running her thumb over his lips. ‘Des…’ She pulled him back to her and their mouths crashed into delicious kisses.

They hungered for each other, unable to slow their racing hearts. And they didn’t want to. Des slipped his hand under her top and ran his touch up her side. She moaned softly into their kiss… into his mouth. She took her teasing lips from his and he pulled her shirt off and dropped it aside.

Kate grabbed his tee shirt and nearly ripped it from him. The moment it was gone, she took his head in her hands. She had to have his mouth again. Tiny sweet moans fell from them into their kisses. When he felt her slip a hand between them, he met it with his own. He helped her rid herself of everything still covering her. Except him.

Her lips left his, slowly burning a trail to his neck. She tasted him, gently sucking on his warm skin. When she heard him moan for her, she smiled into her kisses, teasing him until she heard him again. ‘Oh God…’ She played with his ear, tasting him, toying with him. When she felt him fidgeting with his jeans, she snuck a hand between them to help him. Her mouth left his skin and her breaths quickened. Des kicked his clothes away and lifted himself over her.

‘Honey…’ Des’s mouth fell to hers with a long lingering kiss. Her hands squeezed his shoulders, nudging him lower. But she didn’t need to. He already wanted every inch of her. His warm touch ran agonizingly slowly up her side, drawing a sweet sigh from her mouth. And when he wrapped his hand around her breast, she gasped at the perfect gentle warmth of his touch. He teased her with his thumb, his fingers, until he couldn’t wait any longer. He parted his lips and his tongue tasted her. And he adored hearing her breath fall her with a long satisfied moan.

‘Des…’ She couldn’t catch her breath and she didn’t care. ‘Oh God…’ Her fingers dove into his hair and she pulled his mouth closer to her body, needing more. He willingly gave her everything she wanted. Everything he wanted. For a tiny moment, he thought he was lost in a dream. When his tongue swirled on her, she sighed for him. And when he sucked her into his mouth, she moaned for more. He knew it was real. He knew she was real. And warm and bare and beautiful. He never wanted to take his mouth from her. Even as he felt her hand reach down between them, his tongue played on her.

She found him, hot and ready, and took him in her hand. When she wrapped her fingers around him, he felt it all the way up to his heart. His mouth had to leave her body. ‘Katie…‘ Every move she made felt like nothing else on earth. ‘Oh my God…’ He was dying to have more of her… all of her.

He inhaled anxiously before another deep breathy moan floated over her skin. He ran the back of his hand over her stomach, slowly, knowing how ticklish she was. He heard the tiniest giggle slip out of her mouth. She made him smile. When he reached her center, hot and wet and dying for his touch, he gasped. And so did she.

‘Mm… Des… honey…’ She pushed her body closer to his touch. When he felt that, he wanted more. They both did. Des slowly pulled his fingers from her and lifted them to his mouth. He licked one, marveling at the sweet beautiful taste of her. She took her hand from him and brought it to his neck. She pulled his mouth back to hers and tasted herself on his tongue. Her legs parted and wrapped around his body pulling him to her. Still kissing her wildly, he slowly pushed himself inside her. Deep moans of pure satisfaction escaped their mouths in that beautiful moment.

They moved in unison, her hips and his, dancing to the pounding of their hearts. Still she played with his mouth, kissing him, sucking his lip between hers. Her hand in his hair and the other on his back grasped him tighter, harder. She panted with him and moaned with him. He pushed harder, deeper inside her and her legs pulled him in. But no matter how intense their motions grew, they couldn’t get close enough to each other.

Des opened his eyes and lifted his gaze to watch her. Her eyes remained closed and her lips parted. Her labored breaths fell with the sweetest moans. Seeing her like that melted everything inside him. He stared, watching her suck her lower lip into her mouth and bite down on it. He couldn’t help himself from letting her name slip from his mouth in a long slow moan. ‘Katie…’

When she heard him, her eyes opened . She took her hand from the back of his shoulder and covered his cheek with it. Her legs again tightened around him and her hips lifted toward his. Their panting breaths escalated. He slid inside her, mesmerized by everything about her. The way she felt, the way she looked, the way she touched him.

Kate trembled under him. And Des felt it. He felt it everywhere. The passion they shared heightened to a brand new place. With a sudden sharp breath, Kate’s head fell back into her pillow. Her eyes fell closed and her grip on his head tightened with the intensity of their moment. She moaned for him. ‘Oh God… Des…’ Her intoxicated sounds sent him over the edge.

‘Katie… God, honey…‘ His mouth fell to hers as he filled her up.

Their bodies fell weak. Des collapsed onto her and she cradled his head in the curve of her neck. She felt him kiss her softly there while they tried to catch their breath. Long moments passed in beautiful, content silence but for their breathy panting and thumping hearts. Finally, while gently combing her fingers through his hair, Kate whispered his name.

‘Des…?’

He lifted his head and rested it on the pillow beside her. His finger gently touched her lips. ‘Shh, Katie. Come here.‘ He leaned back and pulled her into his arms. ‘Good night, killer,’ he said, kissing her head.

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Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.

I edited it for HOURS! No one wants to read a bad sex scene… at least I know I don’t! So even though I finally felt like it was ‘ready’, I didn’t know if it was really any good or if everyone who reads it would just laugh at me! At least I can’t hear them if they do! Ha! 🙂

You should definitely post the rest.
I know what you mean about being able to correctly judge your own articles. Happens to me too. But shed the self-doubts, already. You have proved your skills time and again. Just march on without hesitation now 🙂

It’s weird because sometimes the posts (fiction or not) that I think are the best don’t always do as well as others… and sometimes the ones I think are only okay do really well.

The very first ‘fiction friday’ post did better than all others since, so of course, I assume people thought it sucked and never came back to read more… And……… so of course, this is why I continue to doubt myself.

How does anyone have time to do that so much? If I spend all my time reading blogs and commenting (and I do spend a fair amount of time on that), I’d have no time left to write… so of course followers would lose interest! There’d be no content here! I also have a very (very very very) hard time thinking of what to say in comments. I hate to feel like I’m just commenting to comment. If I can’t think of something meaningful to say, I feel like it’s just awkward. Not every post I read illicits a response no matter how much I may like the writer! I try anyway and I thought I was doing way more but I have no idea what’s a lot and what’s not!

Lol…I know exactly what you mean. I face the same predicament….like I said even my readership has gone down…. especially for the series. Can’t explain why. I guess we are doing the best we can. Don’t get disheartened. Just do your best. That’s all we can do anyway. Lots of love and hugs. Keep at it no matter what! !

Somehow, I imagine gentle is not always necessary with you. God knows it’s not for me. Ahhh! I have to go to a child’s birthday party today. And my mind is NOT in a child-friendly place right now. I blame you. 😛

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